I wish my smoking buddy G was here. She’d listen to me whine about HOW FUCKING UNFAIR YOU ARE BEING and then we’d laugh about what a dumbass I am.

Yeah, he’s alive. Just ignoring me. I think I had this exact relationship in 7th grade. My hands were bigger than his so I dumped him.

At least he got a bye.

This better be it. No more texting, emails, “I love you” (big giant fuck you and me for that), phone calls, nada. Disappear like a man. You probably are doing this because of what I said but was what I said untrue?

Jesus fucking wept. I’m watching the Prophecy tonight. Or go get a beer. Or both. Yeah, both. Stay off my blog. Goodbye.

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